Iron Smut FMA contestant ring!

[mikkeneko]

This is the official writing post for the FMA Iron Smut event! Everyone, watch this thread for the contestants' stories!

Contestants, your smut flavor of the day is: Scar/Any alchemist.

Your theme is: The fall of Ishvar. (Please note that this theme does not exclude lighter or romantic fics.)

You have half an hour to consider what you want to do, OR to appeal to me for an alternative request -- although keep in mind that your alterate challenge may be no better! ^_~

[edit] 12:30: All right, contestants... start! After ten minutes, post your offering below. :D Then continue to post in the same thread for the ensuing time marks.

Good luck, and let's get smutting!

[edit] 2:00: Surprise! Contestants who have not yet finished, you have an extra ten minutes to round off your stories. A gift from your friendly mod. ♥

[edit] 2:10: Okay, contestants, put down your pens! It's time to vote. :)

Voting: Each participant will have two votes to distribute. You cannot vote for the same story twice, no matter how much you like it. In order to cast a vote, respond -- either signed in, or, preferably, anonymously, to the author's story thread.

You have until 2:30 to finish reading the stories and cast your votes. :)

Everyone, thanks for participating!

[edit] 2:30: And at the closing of the votes, it looks like we have a winner!
kawaiimae: four votes
jade_pen: four votes
kaltia: two votes
kaitou_marina: five votes

Congratulations, Kaitou!

Thanks to all the participants, assistants and judges! It was a lot of fun! We'll have to do this again sometime. *throws confetti*

Comments

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

"But not your blessing." Frustration filled me; this was my brother, and I was just going to go see him! Why was this driving such a wedge between us?

"No... no, you do not have my blessing." He stood up from his cushion, and offered me a cup of neeyla, the drink of farewell. "If you go to see him, then you shall never have it, or the blessings of Holy Ishbala. There are reasons that the Great Art is forbidden."

I leapt to my feet. "And what are those reasons? If it were not for the Great Art, we would already be gathered to Ishbala! If not for my brother, then we would be smoldering in the ruins of the Holy City!"

My master's reply stunned me. Softly, so softly that I could scarcely hear him, he whispered, "You say this as though it is a blessing to be alive."

"What?" A part of me was amused by how dead my voice sounded. "How can you say such a thing?"

"It is the will of Ishbala that we live through out appointed lives and no longer. Living beyond that, extending one's life with the Great Art, puts you beyond Ishbala's grace or mercy. It is to be forsaken." He strode to the flap of his tent and stepped outside, beckoning me to follow.

"But it is written that nothing can remove us from Ishbala's grace! That it is infinite and beyond understanding!" I chased after him, demanding answers. How dare he say that my brother was beyond redemption? No matter what taboo or statute he broke, wasn't the grace of Ishbala His most beloved trait, right after His mercy?

My master looked up at the stars, stroking his moustache contemplatively. "No... it is written that those who seek Ishbala's grace shall find it. By using the Great Art, one is rejecting Ishbala and everything He stands for. But, despite all of that, despite the horrors and sins accompanying it... it is still possible to find Ishbala's grace." He closed his eyes. "Perhaps, someday, Esar shall come to see this. If he can put aside his power, if he could be brought to see that it is not necessary... perhaps, then, he shall be a part of our people once more."

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I could feel a broad smile crossing my face. "That's it!" Relief poured through my body; my master was giving me his blessing to see my brother! He was giving me a reason to see him! And if I could succeed, then... then, perhaps, my brother would be willing to put aside the power he had, after it was no longer need, and he could become a child of Ishbala once more. "I'll speak with him right away."

"My son." My master took one last breath of the crisp night sky, then turned to face me. "I must warn you. Before you attempt to make him see the error of his ways, ask him what price he paid for the power he wields. If he is willing to tell you the truth, then there is still hope. But if not... then he truly has become one of the Devil's own."

"He'll say. I know that he will." I gave a brief bow, then spun on my heel, grinding the sand beneath my boot. "He hasn't gotten so far. He wishes only to use his power for good, and after that... then he'll put it aside. He's unscathed, through all of this."

"Unscathed, perhaps, but not unchanged." I could almost feel the look of concern from my master. "I pray that he will not corrupt you."

I didn't respond. I was too happy, too ecstatic, at getting permission to bother with it. I dashed through the camp, not stopping until I reached the outskirts, at the small, tattered tent that my brother called his own. I breezed inside, parting the flap and bowing slightly. "Brother!"

He had been reading, reclining on a cushion with one of the few books he had managed to save from the fires. Slowly, his red eyes looked up at me. "You shouldn't be here." His voice was filled with concern. "If it was known that you had seen me-"

"Master knows, and I have his blessing." I sat down on the floor opposite of my brother.

For a long moment, he gazed at me, contemplating, his red eyes seeming to pierce through my soul.

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

"I see." He sighed, and put the book aside. "I suppose that he put a condition on his blessing?" His tone was resigned, almost.

"Just one." I looked away, not sure of how to phrase it. It had seemed like such an easy thing, at the time; just to ask the question and then back away. But now, with his eyes on me, waiting and expectant... "What... what price did you pay, for using the Great Art?"

A small, humored chuckle escaped my brother's lips, and he leaned back. "I see... so he wants to turn even you against me..."

"No, that's not it." I leaned forward. "I want to help you, Brother! I want to bring you back among our people, just like you used to."

"Among our people?" I wished, at that moment, to know what was so funny. "My dearest brother, how many people are left among us?"

Confused, I briefly counted. "Perhaps a few dozen?"

"A few dozen." He shrugged aside his brown cloak, exposing the loops and sigils of the Great Art that had been emblazoned on his body. "The price I paid for my power was the lives of our people. Hundreds of lives are trapped within me now." His eyes bored into me. "Their lives are what protect us, now. I am nothing more than a vessel for that power."

"A... vessel? For our people?" None of this was making sense! "But how... why?"

"You already know the answer to that question." He closed his eyes, resigned. "I did it because I wanted to bring Cheryll back first, and to save our people second." He slowly shook his head. "The Astral Elixir... it's within my grasp, now. Quite literally." His eyes slid open and he opened his right palm, showing it to me. "With enough lives, my body would become the Elixir itself, and the power would be mine to command."

Horrified, I whispered, "So that is why the Great Art is forbidden."

"Indeed." He closed his hand. "Even now, the power's pulsing through my veins, trapped in these arrays, burning and wanting to be set free." He gave a small smile. "Come here. Feel. There are still enough lives captured that you can feel the heat of their anger."

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

Fascinated, I stretched a trembling hand towards his arm, briefly touching one of the lines before drawing back, hissing softly. It burned, like a fire that was slowly consuming him, just barely captured and controlled. "Brother..." It was horrible, but yet at the same time, so enticing; so much power, but despite all of that, he was still him, he had not been consumed by it. "What does this mean?"

His eyes slid shut again. "To save some, more had to be gathered and killed. Both our people, and the others. But now, for so long as those lives last, I will be able to protect those that remain. Such is the burden of the Great Art."

Slowly, carefully, I reached down again, pressing fingers against bronzed skin, tracing the burning lines of power. "But that's what you had to do." I could almost see it, could almost see with the vision and clarity of my brother. Almost. "If you had not gotten these lives, then all of us would have died. It was a hard decision, but one that had to be made."

That smile returned once more. "Perhaps. But that does not matter. There is no longer such a thing as a 'Great Art.' Everything, every aspect of alchemy, belongs to the Devil now. And I, too, am his." The smile saddened. "Thank you, for having hope in my redemption. But I am too far gone now, I have killed too many to be a part of this society once more. You, however..."

"My place is with you." My hands slid down to grasp his hand, spreading clenched fingers. "The bond between brothers, our bond, is not something that I'm going to give up." My face creased into a frown. "I will never let you go."

"For that, I am glad." His face was soft, his smile warm.

"Brother..." Another question nagged at my mind. "What else have you given up?"

"Everything. Every earthly comfort and companionship."

"Now that Cheryll has died?" My voice was soft, as well.

"Yes... without her, I am alone in the world. And I couldn't bring her back..."

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

I surprised my self with how intense my voice was. "You aren't alone, Brother! I can be there for you."

Slowly, softly, he smiled. "And I gave up every pleasure for the Art, too. Remember?" He shrugged his cloak aside, baring himself to me. At the part of him that he had lost. "What could you do for me, my dearest brother? I have lost too much for you to help now."

My mind whirled; I could feel his sorrow, his loss, and there was nothing I could do. Nothing at all... or was there? "Brother... you can use me."

"What?" For the first time, I had honestly surprised him.

"I can still feel, Brother. I can still... be like that. Perhaps, if you were to touch me, feel me... it could sooth some of your pain?" I shook my head; that wouldn't work, what kind of idiot was I being? "I... nevermind. I just want to help, but..."

"No..." His voice was soft, soothing, somehow. "You truly want to help, my brother. And perhaps you are right." His smile returned. "It has been so long since I have seen someone in true pleasure that I have almost forgotten it." He took a breath. "Here. Show me."

Never in my life had I been so nervous. I shrugged off my clothes as quickly as possible, fumbling with the loose flaps until I was just as bare as he. I trembled slightly; the night air was cool, and the way my brother was staring at me...

"Lay down." He stood up and gestured at the bed, and I obeyed instantly, closing my eyes and bracing for it. At least, until his soft voice whispered, "There's no need to be afraid, my dearest brother. I won't hurt you." And then I felt his hands on my shoulders.

It was burning. Even though his hands were soft and untainted, somehow, that same burning sensation was there. But even still, it felt right; I stopped shivering, no longer cold, no longer as afraid. "My dearest brother..." His hand slid down my chest, and I could almost feel his inquisitive gaze, following the line of my heavy mucles, tracing along the ribs, heat and fire with every motion.

I couldn't stop a groan. The touch... it was soft, yes, but possessive, warm and wanting, and it was beyond my means to resist it. I felt him trace over my chest, hand brushing over now-hardened nubs, drawing another groan out of me as I started panting; the heat was too much, it was hard to draw in air, hard to do anything more than feel.

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

And over it all was my brother's voice, controlled but with an edge of lust to it. "I see... so that is what it must be like..." His hand dipped lower, feeling the muscles of my stomach, sliding over skin that was now slick with sweat, fire starting to flow along my nerves, liquid pleasure building up in me. I gasped and groaned with each motion, leaning my head back, exposing myself to my brother's scrutiny, to his obvious approval. "Tell me, my brother..." His voice was heated now, and he leaned over to whisper directly in my ear, "How does this feel?"

"Hot... I-incredible... like my body's burning up, but feeling so good... Like I want to..." I groaned; each word brought him a little closer, a little further down, ever nearer to my now-straining erection. "P-please, Brother, touch me there..."

A low chuckle. "Of course." And he did.

Nothing, nothing in the world felt like that. It was heat, so intense that I was burning, but pleasure so sharp that I went slack, unable to move from just how good it felt. Incredible, absolutely incredible, and my body sprawled out, legs spread and arms limp, inviting him to touch me more, to see what more he could make me do.

And then he started stroking. Hard and fast, his red eyes burning into me, so obviously driven by unrequited passion that I could feel the power and lust radiating from him, nearly consuming me. Each stroke, each touch, felt so good, and he wasn't slowing down, wasn't stopping the touching, wasn't letting me do anything more than whimper his name. "My brother..." His voice was just as hot as his touch, and it drove me mad to hear it like that, so unlike himself. "If I keep doing this... will you scream for me?"

"Anything! Anything!" Anything at all to keep him touching me, to keep his blazing grip on me. And holy Ishbala, I never knew, I never knew that he could be so good, so harsh, so possessive all at once, the fires of passion usually kept under control. My hands slid to his back, grabbing onto the blazing sigils and holding tightly. I was so close now, so very, very close, every muscle in my body clenching and tensing, whimpering and moaning as he kept driving me to the edge, faster and faster...

[jade-pen.livejournal.com]

"B-Brother! Please!" I clutched onto him, breathing him in, begging him for more. More and more, to be set on fire with his grip and his voice, consumed by his passion, touched over and over again, soft hands tracing over my body, sliding over my skin, setting every nerve aflame, and always, always, those red eyes boring into me, watching the helpless looks of pleasure on my face...

With a scream of his name, I toppled over the edge, white-hot pleasure blinding me, my body spasming and shaking from the intensity of it all. One of his arms wrapped around my waist as the other continued stroking me, holding me until I rode out the waves of sheer ecstacy rocking through me. Slowly, so very slowly, the heat and intensity started to drain away, starting to cool in the chilling air.

One hand, warm now, brushed the sweaty hair out of my face. My brother gazed down at me, his soft smile still unchanged. "I see," he whispered after a moment, "so that is what I have given up."

"B-Brother..."

Abruptly, he held me close, pressing those warm arrays into my skin, his right arm holding me so closely. "I see... that I have given up more of Ishbala's gifts than I had originally considered." His voice was soft. "And my punishment fits the crime... my dearest brother, even if I can no longer live a normal life, there is no reason for you not to. You, at least, have a complete body, untainted by the Devil's Art." Urgently, he whispered, "If you truly love me, if you truly want this bond to continue... then live your life, as you should. So long as there are people like you still around, as long as you hold on to your faith and hope... then Ishbal has not truly fallen."

"Brother?" I couldn't hide the concern in my voice.

"My dearest, dearest brother..." He held me close, stroking me now, soothing. "You have given me something that I thought I had lost. And for the hope and the memories that you've given me... I will give you anything. Anything at all." He squeezed, pressing ever closer. "Even if it costs me my life, I will make sure that you will have that life. Let me be corrupted, and leave the vengeance to Ishbala."

I clutched onto him, pulling him close. "What kind of life would that be? How could I live on without you?"

"You will find a way." He smiled. "But that doesn't matter now." Surprising me, he leaned on me, resting his slight weight against my muscular frame. "For now... for right now, we can just let this moment last."

"'A single moment can be the greatest blessing of Ishbala?'" I chuckled; even now, I held onto the teachings.

"No, my brother. 'Family is a gift that should never be lost.'"

[herongale]

This story has a polished feel, great pacing, and is a very nice take on the challenge theme. The dialogue is occasionally stilted, and there are some small problems here and there, but with minor editing I think you could post this in primetime.

This gets my second vote. ♥

[(Anonymous)]

This one I think has the best storytelling. Voting for this one, yupyup.

[(Anonymous)]

First vote! So pretty and IC!

[(Anonymous)]

Second Vote!